This is my first attempt at writing anything like this, let alone submitting anything like this, so feedback is very appreciated.
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11:35PM | July 22nd 2016
"You don't need to be so shy" he states while furrowing a brow, simultaneously forming quite the unreadable smirk. She quivers slightly, slowly etching her way along the decrepit bus shelter bench.
"Oh, come on tulip. Get in." he says while winding the window down, being rather quick to open the car door to get out. "N-No.." she whelps quietly, jolting her arms around her lower torso in hopes of feeling some sense of security.
He approaches, stopping as he gets close enough to tower over her. She looks down, shutting her eyes - Raising her shoulders in blatant distress. He flares his nostrils, speaking down to her in a domineering tone "You don't need to make this harder than it needs to be". He'd chuckle almost demoniacally, looking about the dark, empty street surrounding him before speaking again: "You can scream if you want". As he blurts those words out, he lunges his arm forward, grabbing hold of her wrist and forcing her to a stand. She yelps loudly, being quick to put her other hand over her mouth - tears streaming from her adorable little bug eyes, down her pale cheeks.
The height difference is huge. Him, standing at a huge 6'5" - Yet she looks up at him, standing at a tiny 5'0".
"P-Pl..Please Miste-" she'd stutter before being interrupted: "Ah, I didn't say you could talk little lassie. Keep quiet for me will you?".
He uses his spare hand to rummage around in her pockets before finding her phone. He smirks maliciously once more, giving her a slight nod of approval before literally hauling her in to the back of the car.
He get's in the front, rolling down the window while tampering curiously with her phone. "We don't need anyone calling you now, do we? I certainly don't need you attempting to contact anyone either." He chuckles to himself; sliding the SIM card out of the side of the phone, bending it with his index and thumb.
She'd jolt forward hesitantly, out-stretching a hand while blurting out a quiet "N-No!". "Oh, calm down. It's not like you need it now anyway." - He throws it out of the window before continuing: "Now, be a good girl and sit back".
The car engine starts as she offers a slight nod, sitting back in the seat with her knees to her chest. He leans over the gear stick, reaching for the radio. He struggles to reach the button, but finally manages to catch it - leaving music blasting throughout the interior of the car. He lets out a loud, obnoxious "AH-HA! I LOVE THIS SONG!" before quietly singing along to it, patting his index finger gently on the steering wheel.
The song playing is Memento Mori by Crywank. He'd seemingly emphasize a few words, singing them louder than the others. One of those words being 'Die'.
She sits there, wide-eyed - obviously becoming more scared. She'd slowly reach for the car door, attempting to open it. She looked so ready to jump out, despite the car going at a good 70MPH. He leans over again, turning the song off. "Oops, child-lock" he'd snort. "L-le.. Just let me.. let me go home" she stutters desperately. "What good would jumping out have done anyway? You would have jumped out, either killed or severely hurt yourself. Then you'd be back in my hands anyway."
